Chapter 614: Chapter 614: Who Are You Threatening?
Xenia Jaak took out her phone, complaining to her brother about what was happening on site. Soon, her brother sent a message: [I told you not to participate in that variety show. Why don’t you just go home and inherit the family fortune?...Alright, don’t be angry. I’ll deal with that little celebrity for you.]
Xenia: I have to try harder, or my brother will drag me back to inherit the family fortune.
Xaviera Evan’s words immediately infuriated Milly Coriell, who roared, “Purple is my lucky color! Don’t you know that? You knew I was coming to the show and still dared to compete with me, you did it on purpose!”
Before participating in the show, everyone would know about the guests to avoid touching any taboos of a senior. Knowing that Milly Coriell liked purple, they would not choose a purple dress.
However, Xenia’s dress had been approved two months earlier, when it was still unclear who the special guest would be, so this was an unavoidable situation.
More importantly, as a special guest, Milly Coriell could view the designs of other designers and know early on that someone had designed a purple dress. She could have communicated with the production team at that time to change Xenia’s dress, but she chose to wait until just before going on stage to get angry.
Besides, who says if she likes purple, others can’t wear it?
Xaviera Evans sneered, “Miss Coriell, do you own the copyright to purple, so only you can wear this color in the world? I am a designer too, and in all my years as a designer, I have never heard that purple is exclusive to anyone. You can regard purple as your lucky color, that’s your right, but you don’t have the right to restrict others from choosing any color.”
The agent’s breath caught.
Before she got the chance to warn Milly Coriell, the already angry Milly immediately exploded, “Director! Finally, you’re here. This little model is wearing the same clothes as me, she...”
“Miss Coriell, I’ll ask again, who were you threatening just now?” Sean Price’s voice was chilling.
Milly Coriell looked up at Sean Price, feeling that she had seen him somewhere but couldn’t remember. Instead, it was the man next to him, Caleb Mamet, who caught her attention.
Although she had never met Mr. Caleb Mamet, she could tell from his attire and demeanor that he was of a noble background. So she immediately began to explain with grievance, “Mister, I didn’t mean to make things difficult for this newcomer, but she’s just a little model and doesn’t respect her superiors. She deliberately wore purple to anger me, she’s gone too far!”
Sean Price raised the corner of his mouth slightly, “Didn’t Miss Joy just say that her dress was approved for this show two months ago? It wasn’t intentional.”
“But who in the design circle doesn’t know that purple is my exclusive color? Since they knew I was coming to the show, they should have avoided the purple!”
“Heh heh.” Sean Price sneered.
Milly Coriell felt a little guilty, “As long as she changes this dress, I...”